AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 536 - 241 Crafty Tricks "Washing Machine

Chapter 536: Chapter 241 Crafty Tricks "Washing Machine

When Lin Yi used the corner of his eye to peek at the dimly lit shadowy area, he suddenly had the illusion of seeing a sea of people.

His eyelids twitched violently, and the sensation of skipped frames became increasingly clear. Then he saw that group of elongated-neck people gradually fading, floating like an elusive afterimage above the silent queue that was "silently lining up".

It looked as though every person in that queue had a ghostly double image, as if their souls were stepping out of their bodies.

"Let’s go, Old Lin," Wei Shan patted his shoulder, pulling his attention back.

Lin Yi shivered and averted his gaze.

"Dammit... stupid..." he cursed under his breath, "There’s no one there... no one there... no one there..."

The group of five found a spot under the light and sat down.

They silently started drinking soup.

"Generally speaking, the cafeteria is a lot weirder than yesterday," Tian Bufan said as he took a bite of his dough stick.

"Yes, and..." Lin Yi added.

"No ’and’s." Tian Bufan interrupted, "We’ll leave the cafeteria area, then ’and’. Meanwhile, tell us the rest of what you saw in your dream."

"Hmm... okay, it’s indeed not suitable to talk about it here," Lin Yi whispered, glancing around.

"You can continue to observe, but... time is running out, just ’observe’," Tian Bufan said.

Lin Yi was slightly startled inwardly, thinking it seems like Young Master Tian still knows something happened to me just now...

Indeed, Tian Bufan’s perception was only slightly weaker than his. Even if Tian Bufan couldn’t perceive as clearly, a vague sense was still there. Moreover, he also sensed some "fluctuations". Even Wei Shan noticed it, so it was impossible for Tian Bufan, sitting right next to him, not to notice.

He then sipped on his soup while peeking out between the edge of the bowl and strands of his bangs, sneaky like a squirrel.

But as it turned out, peering through a door slit distorts the view of people, and peeking from the gap between the bowl and bangs wasn’t much better either.

However, as he tried to quietly observe the queue again, several unseasonable figures broke into his view.

They were several mandarin ghosts of Pocket Chefs gliding sideways, their dull, unfocused eyes looking at the air, giving a strong, eerie sense of disregard.

But Lin Yi’s focus wasn’t on this, but... the double images!

He discovered that behind those blue Pocket Chefs, there seemed to be double images floating, outlines of people, just like...those two cafeteria aunties who had been dealt with earlier!

"Chef-0391" and "Chef-0154"!

The current blue Pocket Chefs were all like them, no, more than just like them, they seemed even more... pseudo-human.

And Lin Yi also noticed that behind those blue Pocket Chefs, there were greenish breaths hissing from the human-like outlines!

Some of them inside the dim area had such a distance and lighting issue that from afar, it was hard to tell whether their cloaks were navy blue or dark green.

"There is indeed a transformation pathway between blue and green Pocket Chefs!"

He lowered his head and continued drinking his soup, but he gradually began to notice something off about the taste. When he finished the soup in his bowl and went to pick up a dough stick beside him, his heart suddenly sensed something, as if by some ghostly force, and he swept a glance under the silver alloy tray...

"Swoosh—"

A pale face was reflected in the alloy tray!

The person wore a squared hat, bloodless, his complexion as pale as a white stone sculpture, his eyes devoid of life, just quietly standing behind Lin Yi, looking down at his back.

When Lin Yi saw its outline, a surge of sharpness flashed through his eyes, and he consciously turned away his gaze to avoid eye contact with it.

"Crap..."

Lin Yi’s body stiffened, and his chopsticks quivered a bit, causing the dough stick to slip out of them.

"Ouch—!" Lin Yi instinctively yelled, but it was too late to catch it. However, another exclamation sounded by his ear at that moment.

"Holy crap!"

Wei Liang, quick and agile, scooped up a tray and caught the dough stick effortlessly.

"Nice one, Liangzi," Lin Yi couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Need you say more... hey! Hey—?" Wei Liang steadied the tray while standing up, but his foot slipped on something, losing his balance all at once, and even the tray was accidentally flung by him, "Damn damn damn..."

Wei Liang exerted his powerful core strength, stabilizing his body on one foot, trying to keep his butt on the chair while reaching out for the tray.

But whether intentionally or not, each of his grabs missed the tray, which kept flipping in mid-air like a wheel...

Ironically, each flip of the tray scraped the sculpted blue Pocket Chef standing behind Lin Yi, and theoretically, such an impact should have sent the tray flying. Yet, each of Wei Liang’s "missed grabs" kept it spinning "in place"...

The tray rolled over the face of the blue Pocket Chef like a wheel, barely perceivable the force involved. Yet, visible cracks spread across the blue Pocket Chef’s face until it eventually "cracked" and shattered...